The cityscape outside my window is shielded by a smokey screen of grey I could clear my view if I knew what was good for me If I wanted to gain clarity But as soon as I put it out I wanted another drag Always drifting in the in between I'll let myself down Because i know it's bad for me The question we hold in common the closest to our hearts is as open as the sea: why? because it's drifting out, away from you, from me And if I wait will I miss it? The boat that brings serenity? and if I go, will it show that there is nothing left for me? Just the empty, vast, and vacant seas rithing with the waters of monotony
